Disclaimer: All character belong to the notorious Dick Wolf.
A/N: A HUGE thanks to all that have reviewed. Your opinions mean a lot to me.
Aingeal - I hope you don't mind me using 'cockroach' as a name. If you do, let me know ASAP and I'll change it. I was struggling to come up with a good name and after reading 'Till death do us Part' (which by the way is *nicely written) it (cockroach) fit perfectly.
Part Four Undisclosed building somewhere in NYC.
James quickly assumes an erect position on the old couch after hearing the door giggle. A headache still lingers from the heavy drinking done the previous night. He lets a few minute pass to let the haziness wear off. Then draws his gun from his waistband before shouting;
"WHO is it?!"
After kicking scattered beer cans out of the way, he hears a muffled voice through the door, "Dude, it's ME. Ya know, Cockroach?"
James loudly exhales as he slowly opens the door. "I thought I told you not to come here."
"No, ya told me not to contact you. Like through phone calls." Cockroach confidently replies.
"You dumb-ass..what the hell do you think, 'do not contact me' means?"
Cockroach sensing he has done something wrong, frowns. "Well, umm, you told me over the phone not to contact you. I just thought, that, well, I ain't suppose to call you. I thought I could still visit you."
James knew Cockroach's intentions were good, but the fact he kept screwing up made him a liability. "Well are you gonna get in here?" he asks as he opens the door a bit wider.
Cockroach nods and nervously takes a few steps inside the apartment. Still unsure of what to say he resorts to looking at the floor. "Man, I messed up again, didn't I?"
"Yeah. You did."
Cockroach not being that bright, tries again. " I'm sorry, I tried not to.Look at the bright side, I brought ya some beer. Top notch stuff, not the cheap stuff ya usually drink."
Silence.
James dumbfounded by Cockroach's' lack of intelligence, does what any man would do in the given situation; accepts the beer. "Not the cheap stuff you say? Give it hear. You knucklehead."
At the sound of his voice, Cockroach instantly brightens and quickly hands his idol, role model, god. the beer.
"Are you gonna take me out again? I wanna see more." Pleads Cockroach.
Before responding James thought very carefully about what to say next. Out of the corner of his eye he sees cockroach sitting on the couch laughing at the cartoons on the TV. Young and stupid, what a dangerous combination, he thought. He knew keeping him around would be a risk. But he had to give the kid some credit he knew how to get himself out of jam. He knew all to well how crushed he would be if he deserted him. "Cockroach. Come here."
"Yeah? So can I come?"
Slowly he delivers four of the most painful words this kid will ever hear coming from him, "Maybe some other time."
Cockroach becomes deadly silent. "When, then?"
"I don't know. Later"
"Later? Like tomorrow, or Saturday?" the optimism in his voice gradually fading.
James' emotions start raging and mind starts to race. I can't do it, I refuse to break this kids hopes. I can't be like *him*. I refuse to let myself turn into my bastard father. Damn it! Why can't I, why, why.can' I just eliminate the problem like I always have. "I DON'T KNOW. Ok, so drop it." He says icily.
Trembling like a five year old he spits, "but, but, you said..ya promised."
"Shut up! Don't you get it? You're an incompetent buffoon!"
"ha..haha, you said buffoon. Like, like in Stinky and the BrainĀ®." Cajoles Cockroach.
It dawns on James that he didn't understand a word he said other than 'shut up'. Maybe this can work. "Cockroach, I've changed my mind, let's go to the boiler room a few blocks over and on the way back we'll stop by the Bodega.I'm outta cream."
Cockroach happy he gets to go (with him), enthusiastically runs to door like a dog in dire need of going outside to piss.
***Please R&R all comments, negative or positive are appreciated. Chapter 5 coming soon; where/when it all comes to a full circle.
A/N: A HUGE thanks to all that have reviewed. Your opinions mean a lot to me.
Aingeal - I hope you don't mind me using 'cockroach' as a name. If you do, let me know ASAP and I'll change it. I was struggling to come up with a good name and after reading 'Till death do us Part' (which by the way is *nicely written) it (cockroach) fit perfectly.
Part Four Undisclosed building somewhere in NYC.
James quickly assumes an erect position on the old couch after hearing the door giggle. A headache still lingers from the heavy drinking done the previous night. He lets a few minute pass to let the haziness wear off. Then draws his gun from his waistband before shouting;
"WHO is it?!"
After kicking scattered beer cans out of the way, he hears a muffled voice through the door, "Dude, it's ME. Ya know, Cockroach?"
James loudly exhales as he slowly opens the door. "I thought I told you not to come here."
"No, ya told me not to contact you. Like through phone calls." Cockroach confidently replies.
"You dumb-ass..what the hell do you think, 'do not contact me' means?"
Cockroach sensing he has done something wrong, frowns. "Well, umm, you told me over the phone not to contact you. I just thought, that, well, I ain't suppose to call you. I thought I could still visit you."
James knew Cockroach's intentions were good, but the fact he kept screwing up made him a liability. "Well are you gonna get in here?" he asks as he opens the door a bit wider.
Cockroach nods and nervously takes a few steps inside the apartment. Still unsure of what to say he resorts to looking at the floor. "Man, I messed up again, didn't I?"
"Yeah. You did."
Cockroach not being that bright, tries again. " I'm sorry, I tried not to.Look at the bright side, I brought ya some beer. Top notch stuff, not the cheap stuff ya usually drink."
Silence.
James dumbfounded by Cockroach's' lack of intelligence, does what any man would do in the given situation; accepts the beer. "Not the cheap stuff you say? Give it hear. You knucklehead."
At the sound of his voice, Cockroach instantly brightens and quickly hands his idol, role model, god. the beer.
"Are you gonna take me out again? I wanna see more." Pleads Cockroach.
Before responding James thought very carefully about what to say next. Out of the corner of his eye he sees cockroach sitting on the couch laughing at the cartoons on the TV. Young and stupid, what a dangerous combination, he thought. He knew keeping him around would be a risk. But he had to give the kid some credit he knew how to get himself out of jam. He knew all to well how crushed he would be if he deserted him. "Cockroach. Come here."
"Yeah? So can I come?"
Slowly he delivers four of the most painful words this kid will ever hear coming from him, "Maybe some other time."
Cockroach becomes deadly silent. "When, then?"
"I don't know. Later"
"Later? Like tomorrow, or Saturday?" the optimism in his voice gradually fading.
James' emotions start raging and mind starts to race. I can't do it, I refuse to break this kids hopes. I can't be like *him*. I refuse to let myself turn into my bastard father. Damn it! Why can't I, why, why.can' I just eliminate the problem like I always have. "I DON'T KNOW. Ok, so drop it." He says icily.
Trembling like a five year old he spits, "but, but, you said..ya promised."
"Shut up! Don't you get it? You're an incompetent buffoon!"
"ha..haha, you said buffoon. Like, like in Stinky and the BrainĀ®." Cajoles Cockroach.
It dawns on James that he didn't understand a word he said other than 'shut up'. Maybe this can work. "Cockroach, I've changed my mind, let's go to the boiler room a few blocks over and on the way back we'll stop by the Bodega.I'm outta cream."
Cockroach happy he gets to go (with him), enthusiastically runs to door like a dog in dire need of going outside to piss.
***Please R&R all comments, negative or positive are appreciated. Chapter 5 coming soon; where/when it all comes to a full circle.
